Being bipolar
is like a rose born missing
some of its petals,--
its color is more vibrant
than all the other roses'!
It may never be
part of a "perfect" bouquet,--
but its rich pigment
can be a precious paint for
Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa."
Alas, it may not
attract the most "honeybees"
in the wilds of life,--
but its petals can be crushed
to make the finest perfumes.
Being bipolar
is like a rose born missing
some of its petals,--
its bouquet is more fragrant
than all the other roses'!

Wasted days
Wandering through life’s maze
Trying to sort the truth from the lies
I call out, but it seems nobody hears my cries
With each futile attempt, something inside me dies
Skies overhead are filled with thunder
What was my worst blunder?
I wonder
To heaven I gaze
Lord, help me find contentment
In hope my hands raise
Yes, I know I was once blessed
Raised well by loving parents
Is there no cure for this malaise?
How did these sad feelings arise?
I listen but hear no replies
My question I seek to rephrase
As much sorrow on my heart weighs
Searching for words that will not rise
Is there no cure for this malaise?
How did these sad feelings arise?
Forgive me, Lord, I’ll change my ways
I’m humbled; I will compromise
Contrition you’ll find in my eyes
Must I be sad throughout my days?
Is there no cure for this malaise?
*Combination of Trois Par Huit, Tanka and Rondel for Jared’s contest.

kiss of venus fly trap
suck the marrow from my bones,
encase my heart, secrete,
dissolve the myth of wings...
death be true to death
*love,death or truth may be the sanctuary
depending on the situation.

GRAY ROOM WITH WINDOW
it’s such a drab day
nor enough wind to make a stir
walls are closing-in
cat is walking round and round
the room clock tick tock tick tock
sunshine so feeble
glances off a backyard tree
freezes on the ground
oh! This is a day for sleep
to have some crazy warm dream
day for good red wine
i gather self and shiver!
glass to trembling lips
jumbled thoughts of tropic isles
native girls in their grass skirts
(michigan winter
once it starts it does not stop!)
suddenly! music
the song winter wonderland
i shriek holler tear my hair!

I have no knowledge
why pains in my arms and back
pursues me daily
I try to rise from my bed
but the pain is hard to bare
I lay in my bed
having no understanding
of the pains reason
for making me miserable
whenever I try to walk
Hungry as a bee
seeking flowering nectar
in the summer breeze
low and behold there is none
in this torso racked with pain
So I retreated
with my leg across my knee
my kindle fire
munching on honey and oats
until my pains is no more
or at least retreats
deep within my consciousness
numbing my body
from the heat of your anger
making me weary from stress